Jesus is a pigeon.

He's back.

... and he's got gifts.

this just in!

i am BLOWING IT at living in arizona.

I don't know what to do, ever.

I need a job, but am not actively seeking one, which is a problem for the first thing.

I have a lot less money than i originally thought...  also problematic.

I don't know anybody who lives here. Okay, i know a few, but i only know the phone numbers of maybe 2 or 3 of them, and therefore have nobody to hang out with and complain to about things.

That's what i use this blog for. I am mega good at complaining.

My apartment building closed the pool for no reason. I think the reason is that it has been hot out. At least that's how it seems. I don't think they understand how life works.

What else am i blowing it at. Probably a lot of things.

Oh, having internet. I am most definitely not good at that.

On a lighter note, one thing i am NOT blowing it at is reading a lot of books. So, so many books.

Basically, the point of this is, if you're reading this you have two choices: a. make fun of me for being a stupid crybaby. OR, my favorite option, b.  hang out with me. i'm not this annoying in person. no foolies.

FOR ARI

"Boo hoo, I'm Ari, I'm sad because I have to do my taxes."

Ari: "Taxes!!!!"

Tim: "Oh god I'm so embarrassed to know this crazy person."

Finally.

Regarding Tim Ward:

Regarding myself:

Post edit:  from a non-bearded person. beards are abrasive and velco-like.

blog'd

I am at Starbucks using the internet. I tried to post a .. post..  yesterday on the sun deck but the interweb died before I could publish it.  It's probably for the best though, it was just a bunch of nonsense.

Number one rule of Starbucks:  have the air conditioning blasting as coldly as possible - freeze all customers to death.

I guess I don't have anything to blog really.  I have a lot of bruises on my legs, more than any person should have.  Doctors always used to think my parents beat me when I would go in for a check up.  They gave me the "it's ok, you can tell us" look.  "I skateboard! I swear!"  How embarrassing...

Feck...

"Are you ovulating?"

Somehow I am still alive here in Arizona.  I still don't have a job... not that I've been looking.  I should probably get on that.  I'm on the sun deck and it's windy as fuck.  As fuck, I say!  I don't really know what to do with myself.  When Tim gets back from running his errands I'm going to go ransack his apartment for treasures, since it's his last day and he needs to get rid of his shit.  RIP Fuckhouse.  

I kind of don't even have anything to say here.  Once I get these pictures from my brother's visit to Arizona I'll post some of them.  You guys are down with pictures, yeah?